So, who'd have thought going to school would preclude one of the best days of the year, so far? Hah. Most certainly, not me.

I went to school on Wednesday, with full intentions of hitting and running and never looking back after I got out.

Well, hah... Funny how the best laid of plans of mice and men... Thank you Ms. Ryan for educating me as to how that poem actually went. It was that lord guy that wrote it, I think. But whatever, it is an awesome poem about a mouse who's house is getting run over by the farmer's tractor.

But, anyway... Becuase I went to school, I ended up going to Boston, which in itself, was fun, starting with nearly getting killed by some very bad drivers and "EEE!!! Nick, slow down!!!" Fun-ness. But, Josh seems to be okay about what's up, and though I think that both he and Nick laugh so they don't break down bawling, at least they're both dealing with it. Dana is a funny girl- as Nick put it when we dropped her off, "Awww! You've found a new friend!" LoL If he only knew... heh Josh is such a great guy, I can't wait until he's feeling better, because he's a strong kid, he's going to pull through, I can feel it. He's going to do fine, as soon as he gets a goddamned rootbeer float! LoL

Me? Well, me and hospitals? Yeah, it doesn't work out too well. I could see both Nick and Dana getting so depressed, I had to almost grab myself by the throat and squeeze so that I wouldn't blurt out soemthing intended to be funny, and probably so dumb they'd jsut stare at me like... what?! So, instead i rolled down a hill, got filthy and bugbitten, and grinned like an idiot, hoping that some of the cheer I was trying my very best to radiate, would rub off and they'd feel better. *shakes head sadly* I don't think it actually worked all that well. Can I get an A for effort?

For the memorable moment of the day, I'd have to say it was Josh singing Afroman, and me jsut wanting to start laughing hysterically, from nerves and also from it being so fucking hilarious, I couldn't stand it anymore. I don't think anyone actually would get why I think it's so funny, but the mix of sheer adrenaline, an abject fear of medical personnel and hospitals, and the complete nerve-wracking, fingernail-biting terror of hurting Josh somehow, made it seem so much more ironic and hysterically funny. So, fingers around the throat, and squeeze until you can't make any noise, count to ten, and see if you still want to giggle. If so, squeeze a little ahrder and hope to God you're done because if not, you'll be lying on the floor unconscious. Well, what better place to have that happen than in a hospital, I suppose? Ugh... Hospital floors... *shudder*

So, anyway... That night was interesting, I had pasta and ematballs and jello which was textured something like... CRAZY! WHOA! Dana, we will never use the fast-set recipe again!

Bear in mind, this is waaaay past my bedtime, and I'm really quite wicked emo right now.

In case I don't get a chance to write tomorrow, I have the horse-job thingy, then work at 2, until 6, and then I'm hopefully going to track down some friends and hang out- Jeremy, can we talk? LoL Then, over the weekend, which I have only told to a select few who actually CALL ME!!!, I'm going to an Albany, New York baby shower. For Gretchen! WOOT! You go, girl!

I'm so excited, can you tell? *shake, quiver, jive, dance, boogey, WOOT!*

Anyway... today? Today I hung out with my mommy. We had a marvelous time eating Chinese and talking about silly things, and I hope that i never forget jsut what a womderful person she truly is, for her ideas and her comments. (Where do you think I actually got my running commentary from?)

I actually feel like the biggest ass ever right now, because I was a jerk to Nick, but I suppose that's something to talk to Nick about and quit griping to the world, eh?

I wonder what Drouin would say about my english now... Shove it up the ole pie-hole you hag! *MUAH!* I love you too, Sunshine cRammer. (Oh, that lettering was on purpose. Anyone who knows her knows what I mean.)

Ryan, good luck on what we talked about, pal- I'm sure it's going to work out for the best, you reaffirm my hopes that not all men are pigs. I love you, boyo!

Enough. I'm done now. Good ngiht, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite!